She went through my snippets jar, picking out 100 unique pieces of fabric.
She trimmed them into relative squares and rectangles.
She sat on my lap in front of the machine.
She learned how to line up the edges of the fabric, place them, and drop the needle.
She guided them through the machine while I worked the pedal. Or we switched jobs and played Red Light. Green Light.
She placed the rows and sewed some more.
She celebrated 100 Days of school.
Or,
She fights with her sister over it.
